The Kryptonian of a Certain American Comic

   "Then what are you waiting for, hurry up and find that Poseidon golden trident." Arthur Curry urged.

  Although he didn't want to be the king of Atlantis, he couldn't just watch Atlantis be wiped out by Rorschach. After all, Arthur had half of the blood of Atlantis.

  But Batman stopped everyone: "Wait a minute, just to be on the safe side, I want to ask one more question..."

  He looked at Rorschach and asked, "Do you know where Poseidon's golden trident is?"

  Rorschach nodded: "Of course, just below Trench Country, there is an entrance to the center of the earth, but that entrance is blocked by a magic force field, and neither Superman nor I can scan it."

   "Since it can't be scanned, how do you know that the Trident is under the Trench Country?" Batman asked.

Luo Xia would definitely not say that I had read the script, but explained: "Superman can't detect the existence of the magic force field, but I can. There is a suspicious place on the entire bottom of the sea. If you say the golden trident is not there, why not?" Where can it be?"

  Atlantis and several other countries also have magic circles.

   This is not surprising.

  The trench country that has degenerated into a trench monster also has a magic circle, so it is intriguing.

   "How about, Rorschach, just go and get the Poseidon Golden Trident, and then give it to Arthur, making him the King of the Seven Seas, so that all problems will be solved." Batman gave the quickest solution.

Rorschach could not answer, but Meera shook her head: "It's useless, not to mention that Poseidon's golden trident is guarded by the giant Kraken. Only the real king of the seven seas can hold the trident. If you pick it up with brute force, it may be destroyed directly."

  This setting is inexplicably familiar...

   "Then how can you be sure that Arthur Curry has this qualification? Will he be able to pick up the Poseidon Trident?" Rorschach asked rhetorically.

  Although he knew that Arthur Curry was the lucky son of the underwater world, he was still curious why Mera was so sure that Arthur was the real king of the seven seas.

  In terms of pedigree, Orm's pedigree is much purer than that of Arthur Curry.

   In terms of combat power, Arthur probably can't beat Diana, and he can only bully Batman. Of course, if it's a fight, Arthur is definitely not Batman's opponent.

   "You should trust a woman's instincts," Mera explained.

   Well, a woman's intuition.

   Really indecisive, quantum mechanics, unexplainable, female intuition.

  Rorschach is not interested in continuing to argue with Mera: "I will stay in the shallow waters of the Atlantic Ocean. Go find Poseidon's golden trident, but you'd better move faster than the army led by Orm."

   Rorschach did not explain what would happen if Arthur and the others were slower than Orm.

   Once the Atlantis army enters the shallow sea area, it can be regarded as a precursor to invasion. This is like the army of a country gathering on the border of the neighboring country.

   No matter who it is, they will not simply think that this is just a military exercise with friends.

  Both Mera and Arthur looked solemn. Arthur looked at Batman and said, "We need a ship... no, it's a submarine."

"I have long been ready."

  Batman looked up at the sky, and a black spot appeared on the horizon. After a while, the black spot became bigger and bigger. It was an aircraft in the shape of a bat.

  The Batplane landed on the coast.

  Opening the hatch, Alfred got off the Batflyer, carrying a black metal suitcase in his hand.

   "Master Wayne, I brought what you asked for."

  The black metal suitcase is opened, and it is a nanorobot that supplements the loss of the nanosuit.

   "Come on, this thing can be used as a submarine. In addition, there are other weapons and equipment on my bat fighter, you can use it if you want."

  Batman supplemented the broken nano-suit, replaced all the broken nano-robots on his body, and the black bat-suit has a new look, which is extremely cool.

   Arthur looked at the Bat Fighter, and asked with some envy: "How many years have I worked for the Justice League before I can afford such a plane?"

   "This is not for sale, it is my personal customization."

Batman gave Arthur Curry an angry look. If this guy can really pick up the golden trident of Poseidon and become the king of Atlantis, even if the value of Atlantean technology is not counted, it will be worth it. It is the resources of the seabed, oil, natural gas, combustible ice, countless marine life...

   Those are enough to make Arthur Curry one of the richest men on the planet.

  However, Arthur Curry, a guy with muscles all over his body, didn't realize this at all, or he realized it, but he didn't care.

  Batman and Arthur boarded the plane, and Vico handed the Poseidon golden trident and the metal cylinder to Alfred. These things will be brought back by Alfred for Cyborg to study.

  The two stewards on the seabed and on the ground have completed the handover.

  Rorschach looked at Vico, the chief executive of Atlantis, "You look a bit like one of my subordinates."

  Vico knew Rorschach's identity, and was a little apprehensive when Rorschach took the initiative to talk to him: "That subordinate of yours must be a person with outstanding talent."

   "Yes, but what I value more is his other quality...loyalty." Rorschach said casually.

  The chief executive of Atlantis reminded him of his first subordinate in the Marvel Universe, Norman Osborn.

  After hearing this, Vico bowed deeply to Rorschach even more terrified: "Thank you for your reminder, I will keep it in mind."

  Afterwards, the Bat-fighter sailed into the seabed and headed towards Trench Country.

  Batman scanned the coordinate information on the Vico scroll map, and then calculated the accurate coordinate information based on the activities of the continental plates.

  Rorschach and Diana entered the shallow sea area, waiting for the ocean army led by Orm.

  …

Underwater World.

  Orm led the coalition forces of Atlantis, Zebel, and the Fisherman Kingdom, and forcibly blasted the defenses of the Saltwater Kingdom.

  The people of the saltwater country have all degenerated into humanoid creatures similar to crabs. They have thick outer armor and huge pincers.

  With such a shape, they are destined to be unable to use overly complicated weapons. Therefore, most of the army of the saltwater country goes to the battlefield with bare hands, using pincers to fight against the well-armed Atlantean coalition forces.

   It is conceivable that this was a one-sided massacre.

Orm, who has the blood of Poseidon, the orthodox sea god, has never had an opponent at the bottom of the sea. Not long after the coalition forces and the resistance army of the saltwater country fought, Orm rushed into the enemy line single-handedly and beheaded the king of the saltwater country. .

   "From now on, as the lord of the ocean and the orthodox heir to the throne of Atlantis, I order you all to lay down your weapons and surrender to me."

  Aum's silver trident pierced the head of a humanoid crab, raised it high, and displayed it in front of all the saltwater warriors.

  The king of the saltwater country is dead. Countless fighters from the saltwater country gave up their resistance and were quickly incorporated into the coalition by Aum. These warriors from the saltwater country with strong outer armor were used as cannon fodder in the forefront of the war.

  After simply rectifying the army.

  The ocean lord Orm, with a victorious smile, looked up from the bottom of the sea to the sky. That was the land, which was the place he was going to conquer next.

"For so many years, humans on the ground have been dumping garbage, pollutants, and unscrupulously killing marine life on the seabed. Today, I want to make the people on the ground pay for this. The people of Atlantis obey my orders and follow me to attack Land, I want people on the ground to surrender at the feet of Atlantis and become a subsidiary of Atlantis."

  Aum held up the silver trident in his hand, the tip of the halberd reached the ground, and he was bound to win.